By: JetBrentwood
The cold winds rattled against the walls of a small house a few kilometers outside a village, with the nearest house a five-minute walk for most people. A dozen acres of farmland growing fresh crops laid adjacent to the house with a dirt road on the other side. Past the dirt road and more farmland consisted of trees spanning kilometers in every direction, aided by large, rolling hills.
Inside the house was Charles, a man in his thirties who’d ran out of cash faster than the winds uprooting his crops. His delivery for fertilizer was supposed to arrive early this Christmas morning, but with the weather conditions, he found himself tucked in bed with a heavy blanket covering his body, keeping him warm from the snow creeping towards his window. The only thing it did was motivate him to stay in bed all day.
With it being the holidays, and especially since it was the day for giving, the fact he had nothing on him for the fertilizer had his throat dry up. The one in charge of delivering the fertilizer to the farmers within the village’s vicinity had taken great care of them, giving more than what they’d ever need or asked for, allowing them to use pounds upon pounds of fresh fertilizer for weeks on end. Not to mention the low price of zero dollars they had to pay compared to going out into the city and buying fertilizer from the store, which cost significantly more than what many could afford.
But today? On Christmas? He felt some obligation to tip for the fertilizer, especially given how hard she’s worked year-round. How could he have done this? Would he receive subpar fertilizer for the day? He snuck a peak at the crops outside—snow had fortunately not done much to damage the crops, but he felt the extra fertilizer would help in supporting them throughout the chilly, winter months. He deeply exhaled and tilted his head back, feeling his chances of saving his crops would drop several meters into the earth.
And with the house starting to rumble, he knew the fertilizer had arrived.
On the other side of his bedroom was a bookshelf, which shook while the books swayed in unison trying to stay upright, though a few couldn’t stick to the beat and tumbled to the floor. Charles veered his head to the left to get a glimpse of his kitchen, where the kitchen table and cabinets trembled from the quaking. He slowly slid out of bed and stood up, using the walls to keep balance as he made his way to the front entrance of his house, but as he took each step, the rumbling beneath his feet blossomed into a much more powerful beast.
As he reached the front entrance, he noticed something else than the tremors—the smell. The stench of old, rotting meat laced in dense manure rushed up his nostrils, causing him to place a hand over his face to block out parts of the stink. He squinted his eyes as the fetid air attacked them with such ferocity they grew redder by the second while tears dripped down his face. A rather sharp inhale of the toxic concoction sent his legs to the ground as he used his hands to stop his face from receiving a slap to the face from the hardwood floor, which itself was cracking from all the commotion. The inside of his house grew stuffier by the second while breathing room decreased, and he needed to rush outside as fast as he could.
But the moment he swung the front entrance door open, the shaking and smell in his house exponentially blew up. The rather small vibrations turned into a full-on miniature earthquake as any cold air near his house vanished, replaced with the hot, steaming, shitty stench fermenting inside. Snow outside his house melted, and the plants he carefully watered over months wilted and crumpled into the earth below. A small, cobblestone path led out into the dirt road in front of him, where a small car resided, the source of all the shaking.
Inside the car was Rie, a twenty-two-year-old woman who drove over to deliver the fertilizer. With her knees resting on the wheel and her arms pressed against the chair, she stared out into the distance as the car rocked back and forth with the earth crumbling beneath her. A regular Santa hat donned on her head while a tight, red puffer jacket hugged her top. Below was a pair of shiny black leggings snug along her thick legs and waist. What she found herself concentrated on wasn’t the clear road ahead of her or the house to her left, it was what she was doing inside the car.
Rie was farting.
And it wasn’t any regular fart. During her trips to deliver fertilizer to the nearby farmers, she would alert them by letting loose her gas inside the car, which could reach such levels people could feel the rumbles a solid kilometer away. This would in turn allow the farmers to make their way towards the epicenter of the vibrations, collect the fertilizer from her, and continue on with their day.
Unfortunately for Charles, Rie’s farts have slowly grown worse over the past year to the point where the smell has seeped its way out of the car every so often, today being no exception. Rie had turned his house and farmland into smelling like a miasmic warzone during her currently several-minute-long fart where Charles’ vision blurred and distorted into a greenish hue. He stumbled onto the cobblestone and crawled his way over to Rie’s car, knocking on the driver’s side as hard as he could to alert her of his arrival.
His knocking caught Rie’s attention despite her loud gas bomb and had her stop farting to grab a white towel from the back seats. He slumped to the ground as he heard the car door open, with Rie’s feet landing in between his. As she saw him half awake with a pale expression, her eyes widened as her hands pressed against her face.
“Charles,” Rie said, “a-are you okay?”
All Charles could do was gag in response, turning onto his side. “Uuuh…”
“Oh, gosh, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for the smell to come out!” Rie reached over to Charles and pulled him to his feet as he placed his hands on the side of the car, facing the dirt road. “Do you need anything to drink?”
“N-Nah, I’m good.” Charles shook his head, trying to catch his breath despite each inhale allowing for more of Rie’s ass gas to enter his respiratory system.
“Okay then.” Rie stepped out of the car and shut the door, revealing her outstanding eight-foot height, towering the car she drove. She placed her hands inside her jacket’s front pockets. “Shall we walk over to the barn?”
“Yeah, yeah, just gimme a minute.” Charles climbed up Rie’s car to stand upright before turning back to his house. “L-Let’s go.” He motioned his right hand forward to allow Rie to walk in front of him, giving him a nice view of her large, massive backside confined within her leggings. Each step caused her cheeks to bounce in all sorts of directions, which brought Charles’ gaze over to her ass. Despite standing tall as the average man, her ass was almost level to his face, with each cheek twice the size. She could definitely accidentally rip a fart and knock him out, but for a view of something this magical? It wasn’t something many people got a chance to see, and he—like many of the other famers—planned to take full advantage of it, no matter whether they’d wake up in a hospital or not.
The two walked along the side of his house, while Charles used it to keep balance as the residual stench of Rie’s latest fart still lingered from her backside, continuously hitting him in the face. Every few seconds, Charles would cough or gag—or both—prompting Rie to turn around and worryingly ask “are you okay?” and Charles responding with an “I’m fine” or “everything good here!” He found his eyes more focused on her ass regardless of what damage it could deal and already had dealt to his body, and he knew it could deal quite a bit.
Once they passed the house, they walked another minute to a large, empty red barn. The inside only consisted of stacks of hay and tools, with a ladder to climb to a smaller second floor, where one could walk through a door and climb onto the roof. While a regular farmer might also have animals resting inside, those living in the area had one main reason for it, and as Rie climbed the ladder to the second floor, Charles followed suit. The two made their way onto the roof and walked onto a large, supported plank on the back.
As the two made it to the edge of the plank, the barn rumbled for a few seconds, causing Charles to hold onto the railing for support. He could envision the upcoming events as he watched Rie face away from the edge and begin to slide her leggings down to her ankles. She turned around for a second to see flat, barren land behind her before facing Charles again.
“Looks like you went through all my poop, Charles,” Rie said, “is it helping with the crops?”
Charles nodded. “Yep, yep.”
“That’s good to—” As Rie was in the process of preparing herself to deliver the fertilizer, a low-pitched hum rang across the barn. “Oh…oh gosh. I reeeaaally have to poop, Charles.”
“Y-You do?”
“I’ve been holding it in all morning.” Rie bent forward, sticking her ass out towards the open field. “I’m certain this’ll help with the crops.” She placed her hands on each cheek and spread them apart. With a quick grunt, she started to give out the fertilizer.
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As if the tremors weren’t powerful when Rie was in the car, with Rie outside taking a shit for the ages, she could show what she could do without any barriers. A huge, several-foot-long turd shot its way out of Rie’s asshole, flipping and turning in the air, landing with a large thud below. Following it was another turd of similar size, finding itself in the same fate. And another. And another. And another.
For Rie, she was just getting started.
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The earth started to violently shake as Rie stood on the plank, dumping turds with the capacity to hold multiple people inside out of her system. The plank below her and Charles shook with small splinters forming along the sides, with the wood cracking down the middle. The barn wobbled back and forth with pieces of the wall losing their structure. Hot, fetid winds from Rie’s behind blew their way downwards and ate at the wood of both the plank and the barn, where Rie truly tested their durability.
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It didn’t take much time for Charles to stumble backwards onto the plank, his jaw dropping, eyeing Rie unload such a masterpiece he couldn’t fathom someone actually letting loose like that. A pile of shit taller than he was? A huge stack of turds poking its brown head towards Rie’s height? Second by second, he watched as the shit hill grew to such a size it turned him cold, with no amount of noxious, shitty air able to warm him back up.
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Rie took a quick glance at her shit. After a few minutes, it was a foot shorter than the roof of the barn, which made her bend at a ninety-degree angle to allow for the growing hill to pile up even more. She felt more turds ready to come out. Eager for her to unleash them into the world. Massive turd upon massive turd created more and more of a hellish pile as Rie’s legs quivered from such a sight. Many of her shits couldn’t come out like this, so to watch one in action always brought a smile to her face.
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The air intensified to the point where Charles fell flat on his back, the unruly stench surprising him with an uppercut leaving him fighting for his life. He reached out for Rie, but she didn’t notice him. With Rie focusing on something much more important, Charles’ arm trembled almost as much as the surrounding environment did. His eyes struggled to stay open. His throat slowly closed up from the stench and sheer awe of a pile of shit towering his barn. How was he going to survive until the end?
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A sudden pain surged through Rie’s body, and with a slight moan, a tsunami of thick liquid shot out of her ass while the usual turds came out in unison. She let go of her ass with her right hand and clutched onto the rail as the quakes and rumbles turned into an army of drums and gunfire going off all at once. Her eyes shut, mouth open, fighting through the peak of her dump. A loud buzz rang through the surrounding farms and village, blowing through the nearby forest and knocking down the first layer of trees. She grunted, she heaved, she blew hard to let what she needed out.
With one final exhale, a loud bang went off, and then…silence.
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Rie found herself heavily breathing as she took a step forward, using the railing to keep her balance. She stood up after a few seconds and grabbed the towel to wipe her ass until she no longer required it. The next thing she did was to pull up her leggings, wiggling her thighs to get the tight pair over her huge ass. To top it all off, she took out her phone from her jacket to snap a photo of her latest dump—now standing over twice as tall as the barn—before stuffing her phone back in.
It was after all this she finally noticed Charles doing his best to stay awake and rushed to his aid, squatting down, facing him. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry about that!”
“N-No, no,” Charles said, “that should be enough.”
“Oh, good.” Rie picked him up and rested him against the side of the barn. “Are you able to get up?”
“I think I can…” Charles coughed as he used his hands to scale back to standing, with Rie following his struggling lead. “…I-I, um…thanks.”
“Yes, o-of course!” Rie sheepishly smiled. “You didn’t react this badly the last time.”
“I’m just out of it, th-that’s all.”
“Nice, nice…um, I thought I may have pushed a little too hard.” Rie led him back into the barn and to the ladder. “Again, I-I’m very, very sorry about that.”
“No, don’t apologize.” Charles shakingly climbed down the ladder. “Th-That should last me for a while, and I should b-be okay the next time you…y-you come here.”
Rie followed Charles to the ground. She tried to force a smile but could see the wear and tear in his eyes, his skin paler than when she farted in the car. “A-Are you sure?”
“Y-Yes, I’m—” Charles’ eyes closed involuntarily and he collapsed.
Rie’s eyes widened as she watched Charles fall into unconsciousness. “Oh no, oh no! I-I-I didn’t mean to do that!” She picked him up and threw him over her shoulders, rushing him back into his house. “Oh no, oh no, oh no…” She passed through Charles’ kitchen and into his bedroom, where she tucked him into his bed. “I-I, uh…Charles?” She squatted again in front of the bed, tapping on his shoulder. “Charles? Are you awake?” She pressed her pointer and middle fingers onto his neck for a few seconds before taking them off. “A-At least he’s breathing.” She gazed down onto the wooden floor. “Gosh, this was not how he wanted to spend his Christmas, did he? I haven’t had a farmer pass out on me like this before…well, there was that one time, but…a-and that other time…a-a-and…” She sighed. “…ugh…”
With a last-ditch effort, Rie pressed her hands onto his left arm and shook him. “Charles? Charles? W-Wake up, please! I’m super, super—” To her luck, she noticed Charles’ eyes slowly open, blinking a few times. A wide smile formed across Rie’s face. “Oh, thank goodness!”
The first thing Charles saw was Rie staring down at him, back in his bed. He jolted awake as he hit the back of his head against the headboard. “Ah! O-Oh, sorry, Rie.”
“No!” Rie shook her head. “I should be sorry. I knocked you out!”
“Please, Rie…” Charles coughed into his elbow. “…it’s fine. Though I’ve been meaning to get you something for Christmas as a thank you for the, uh…f-fertilizer.”
“No, Charles. I poop for free, okay? No need to give me anything in return.”
“B-But Rie, I-I—”
“I said no!” Rie crossed her arms. “You need to rest. I can come by later with some food. Would you like that?”
Charles stared down Rie’s body. Another extra few minutes with her wouldn’t hurt, right? “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
“Great!” Rie clasped her hands and smiled. “Anyways, the other farmers are counting on me to get their presents delivered on time as well, so I’ll be back around sundown.” She placed her right hand over her mouth as she stifled a giggle. “Though I do have to keep myself in check so this doesn’t happen again.”
“Yep, yep.” Charles couldn’t help but chuckle in response.
Rie patted his head. “Again, I-I’m…so sorry.” With color returning to Charles’ face, she mustered up the courage to continue her delivery service to the other farmers. She stood up and made her way back outside, closing Charles’ front door before making her way back to her car and opening the driver’s side door. “Gosh, the other farmers are gonna stay awake when I poop for them, right?” She pouted, resting her elbows on the roof of the car. “Hmmm…”
A sudden lightbulb materialized over Rie’s head and shined brightly. “Oh…” She slyly grinned. “…oooh…” She slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door, taking out her phone from her jacket pocket. “…he would’ve been wide awake if he were here watching me poop! Lemme surprise him with a nice Christmas present!”
She opened the messages app and tapped on a contact by the name of “Dusty.”
Oh, my fucking God. Could this be the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever received?
On my screen is an ungodly, massive pile of shit, one which towers any other I’ve seen in my life. Turds several feet long with the power to crush someone with its immense weight and size, covering them in a dark brown smear. It has to be at least twenty meters tall, most likely creeping up towards thirty. The chances of something like this coming out of a person seems impossible, but given who sent me this, I’m certain this definitely came out of someone’s sexy behind.
The sender is the one and only poop goddess herself—Rie. She attached a text message to the photo: Farmers in the area are getting some poop for Christmas this year to help with the crops. Thought you’d enjoy my first delivery. And the fact he passed out. ;P Merry Christmas!
Boy, is she right. With my dick diamond hard, I’m definitely enjoying such a view. If only I was with her to witness her take such an otherworldly shit myself would I stroke it while she’d show the farmers her special, awesome talent. Not to mention I’d keep myself wiiide awake, too. Probably would pump out an extra load to see the farmer conk out from her dump.
That’s when I receive another notification: a video from Rie. A video? Is this another Christmas present from her? She never sends videos over. Is she finally listening to my wishes of sending more than a photo to me? Showing me the action in all its glory? My heart racing, my forehead sweating; I don’t hesitate for a second and open it immediately. I need to see what she’s got in store!
The video begins with Rie sitting in the car wearing a Santa hat and a red puffer jacket, with her shiny, legging-clad ass taking up much of the driver’s seat. She looks at the camera, smiles, and waves. “Hi, Dusty! Hope you’re enjoying your Christmas with family. I’m just here in my car, giving farmers Christmas presents in the form of poop so they can deal with the snow and cold. I ate a lot of chicken and fried rice last night to make sure I give a big load of poop to every farmer! I just gave the first farmer his poop and I’ve gotta head out to the next one, but I wanted to give you a special Christmas present too. You asked me to film myself farting some time ago, so here's a small one for your pleasure.” She slightly leans away from the phone, placing her left hand on the car door panel and her right on her thigh as she looks towards the road and hotboxes the car.
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My eyes drop to the thickness, the bubbliness, the juiciness of her booty, where the slightest of leans makes me wanna dig my face deep into the flesh of her ass; my free hand drops to my dick and jerks it as Rie blesses my ears with her usual, fucked-up-sounding farts. The noise verges in between a horde of roaring lions in front of an active volcano and a muddy avalanche on its way to crumble and decimate a big city. A demonstration of such power could only come from her, and I’m watching her through my screen as she puts on a performance of a lifetime.
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Her phone jitters in place as the car vibrates; the headrests shake around, a stack of white towels in the back seats drop to the floor, and the trunk opens and closes as if it’s crying out for help. Outside the car, a few small trees tumble to the ground while rocks and debris roll down a hill. Windows on a nearby house—most likely belonging to the farmer Rie recently helped—start forming cracks, while more creep from the bottom of the house and make their way upwards. Through all of this, maybe the trunk is sentient and is pleading for its life. I sure as hell can’t help it, especially given how rancid Rie’s farts smell. It really must be falling in and out of consciousness.
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Despite all the commotion inside and outside the car, Rie sits still, nonchalant as if this is just another ordinary fart for her, with her usual, cheeky smile across her face. But this is no ordinary fart for us. She’s pushing what she stated would be a “small fart,” yet has already caused this much damage to the surrounding area. I know how much she cares for the famers and everyone in the village, and how she tries to keep her gas at bay, but it’s at moments like this where she relishes in her number one, undefeated farting and pooping abilities. Sitting in her car, aware of what she could do with her “small farts,” while watching the world around her slowly crumble to dust? That makes me love her that much more.
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At this point, I’ve cum twice since her fart began, and my hand’s covered in sperm. It brings me back to when we first met, and she kindly drove me back to my place during a thunderstorm while she opened up about her farts and dumps. When others dismissed her stories and experiences, I was the first person she had ever talked to willing to hear her out. I was the first person willing to engage in her gaseous talent. In return, I opened up to her and let her fart on my face. Never had I thought a random forest excursion would lead to me gaining a new friend like Rie for life, and I would dedicate the rest of it sniffing her farts and watching her take the biggest poops in the world.
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Not to mention the countless times I’ve visited her since then. I’ve watched her take multi-hour-long dumps into a bottomless well, spent hours inside a steel shed where she can fart freely without wreaking havoc among the village, and drove around with her while she hotboxed me with the rankest of farts. It’s those moments where I get to see her do her business in the flesh that molded my adoration for her and unwillingness to let it go for the world. Rie is a shooting star never losing its glimmer, and gifts like these solidify my love for her. My undying love.
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Rie lets out a quiet moan as she sits back in the seat, staring at the phone. “I hope you enjoyed that one, Dusty. That was…” She leans toward the phone for a second before bringing her head back. “…over six, seven minutes long! Yeah, pretty small, don’t you think, Dusty?” She giggles. She knows damn well a fart surpassing five minutes is far from small, and only makes my cock that much harder, forcing me to climax a third time.
Rie grabs her phone and brings it towards her face. “I’m gonna send more poop pictures throughout the day, but please promise me you won’t spend your entire day looking at my poop pictures, okay? You should spend time with your family! I might send another fart video too, but my phone’s low on storage and videos take up a bit of space. Anyways, I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, Dusty!” She plants a long kiss onto the phone, and with her usual, cheeky smile, the video ends.
Holy mother of God, I still can’t believe Rie is an actual, living person. Someone of her stature, her figure, walking among us mere mortals while ripping the biggest farts and taking the largest shits known to mankind? As I take a quick glimpse of the sunny beaches of the tropics outside my hotel room, Rie’s making sure no matter where I am, I’ll have a very white Christmas.
I stare at my phone again, looking at the freeze frame of Rie’s face where the video ends. Her adorable, cute face, alongside her sexy, full lips. I imagine her driving over to each farmer, letting loose inside her car like she did for me, following it up with another massive dump. It brings blood down to my member as I can’t stop stroking it, reaching orgasm once again.
I immediately respond with a text. In what world is that small, fart goddess Rie?
She sends a text back. Fart AND poop goddess Rie, thank you very much. ;P I will send another video later, but only if you spend time with your family. Okaaay? :D
My fucking goodness, how does Rie know what buttons to push to send me flying over the edge? For her to correct me to let me know she’s also the poop goddess? The fart and poop goddess Rie? How did I forget such a thing when she sent me one of her hugest piles of shit right before the video? Her fart definitely put me in a trance, that’s for sure!
But for her to tell me to hang out with family for Christmas when her farts and shits are sooo much more exciting than opening presents and spending the holidays with loved ones? She’s gonna plaster herself in my mind for the entire day no matter how much I try to forget about her. She’ll keep my cock at full mast while I’ll have to excuse myself every thirty minutes to give myself some privacy, look at her poop pictures, and jerk off to them a few times until I feel anything I could consider normal. After all that, could I return to my regularly scheduled programming. In this case, hanging out with family, though hanging out with Rie would keep me full the entire day.
The fact she knows how much I love her farts and dumps, and she’s denying me of seeing more because she thinks spending time with family is of higher priority? I don’t care what my family’s doing; Rie’s a billion times more important to me! God, I wish she could—
I get another message from Rie. It’s…a second video? Is she reading my thoughts? Did she film herself farting again? Oh my God, I love you Rie! I love you sooooo much!
Attached to the video is a text: Okay. One more video. ;P I don’t hesitate and press play immediately.
Like in the first video, she’s sitting in her car, in the same outfit, with the same smile. “Hi, Dusty. I needed to fart again, so I thought about sending you another video. Here you go!” Not surprised at all she needs to fart again; she’s always loaded with gas. Like last time, she leans towards the car door, though slightly more to give me that extra bit of ass, and—
The video changes to something I’m all too familiar with. Rie decided to edit the video where she doesn’t show herself farting, but Rick Rolls me instead. My body shakes. My arms twitch. I squeeze onto my dick with such a tight grip cum dribbles out the tip. How could she do this to me? Prank me in such a way? She knows how badly I wanna sniff her farts. It’s not even April Fools for fuck’s sake! When did she figure out how to quickly edit videos on her phone? Did she have the music video saved for ease of access for a moment like this? Why must she tease me in such a way where I won’t be able to function the entire Christmas!?
Whyyyyyyy!?
The video cuts back to Rie holding the camera, wickedly laughing. “Did you really think you were gonna get another fart video so easily, Dusty?” She brings her phone ever so close to her face, her voice turning stern and dropping an octave. “Remember what I said—spend time with your family.” She laughs her wicked laugh again as the video ends.
My face dives into my pillow as I scream into it. What the fuck was that? She did not have to send that video over. The small chance I could’ve acted normally around family today vanished when she decided to send another video—a prank video no less—right after she knew I viewed and commented on the first one. I open my Christmas presents the morning of. Why must Rie push some backwards thinking where she thinks it’s okay to act all antsy waiting until evening to open them instead? People shouldn’t do something so crazy!
As to add a huge lump of salt onto the wound she created, Rie sends another text. Did you enjoy the video? ;P What kind of answer is she expecting? Does she really think I’m gonna tell her how much I loved that she Rick Rolled me instead of sending another proper fart video? Yes, lemme tell her how life-changing her latest video was for me and how I have a new outlook on life.
Fuck. No.
I snarl at my phone and mash my clean thumb into it, angrily texting her back. NOT NICE, RIE.
To her, she decides to combat my steaming, hot hatred with a huge pile of teasing. SPEND TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY. ;P Merry Christmas!
Rie absolutely knows what she’s doing. Must she really deny me another fart video until the end of the day? She’s probably out driving through farmland causing the earth to shatter and unloading such gargantuan piles of shit they’d dwarf a luxurious beachside mansion. And to do so without letting me see the results until much later? Why must she put on this act of cruelty? She can probably smell the desperation oozing from my body as much as I can imagine what her shit smells like. My cock, my body, my whole being yearns for more Rie. I swear my balls are gonna turn bluer and darker than the night sky. Lemme masturbate to you, goddammit!
Her laugh rings in my head. The one poking fun at my perverted, corrupted brain. The wicked, hysterical cackle pushing me around, forbidding me from viewing any of her fresh, new content. It bounces around in every direction, echoing until my ears can’t take it anymore. My teeth chatter. My ears curl. My nose flares up to where I inhale copious amounts of air.
Yet my cock springs back to life. I resume masturbating. Thoughts of what she’s doing to the farmers has my member ache to cum. Every stroke I give my dick, a little dribble of sperm leaks, until after a minute, another climax. Another beautiful orgasm. If only said orgasm satiated my hunger, but it does not.
I want more. I need more. I need to see Rie farting and pooping for the rest of my life. I love Rie. I love Rie. I looooove my fart and poop goddess Rie. The one. The only.
This is gonna be a very long Christmas.